It's him...Konoha's White Fang!
"It's Uncle White Fang!"
The large tree split in two, the cut surface smooth as a mirror... As the smoke and dust cleared, revealing the man wearing that green Jonin vest, and the short sword on his back that had taken countless lives.
Shisui and Itachi paused their actions, turned to look, and several rays of light burst forth from the youthful eyes of the young ninja.
The former was filled with excited worship... like seeing an idol!
The latter seemed contemplative, glanced subtly at his Nissan, quietly squatted down to gather the scattered stones back into the basket, hung them on the sword tip, and continued swinging the sword....
A gentle breeze arose, causing the hair of several people to sway....
Behind the towering fallen tree,
Konoha's White Fang, with his chakra short sword "White Fang," shook the ninja world, executing S-class missions solo up to 27 times, including the killer of parents. Whether by battle achievements or current strength, he is above the Sannin, without a doubt a Kage-level figure, unconcerned even if discovered,
He gave a slight smile, waved to the few people, and said, "Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting your training."
The man arrived uninvited, his gaze shifting to the ground, observing the recent crescent slash by Roy which had created a nearly hundred-meter-long trench... His gaze shifted, finally fixing on Roy, stepping over the tree, walking over slowly.
"The training field is for everyone, Uncle White Fang, no need to apologize, feel free...."
Roy sheathed his sword, faced White Fang, and glanced sideways at Shisui: "I remember I didn't tell you to stop."
Uh oh... Got carried away with excitement!
Shisui's small body trembled, quickly mimicked Itachi, gathering the stones that had fallen to the ground back into the basket, hung them on the sword tip, continued swinging the sword... The white blade light joined, yet lacked the previous focus, constantly spilling a few stones, clearly... White Fang's arrival made it difficult for the tiny him to remain calm.
"Shunshin Shisui," "Konoha's White Fang," both excelled in "Speed" as ninjas, one leveraging the pupil power of the "Sharingan," the other relying on "Lightning chakra" propulsion, it can't be underestimated... Shisui might make a great name on the battlefield in the future, influenced by Hatake Sakumo.
"Shisui,"
"Nissan, I'm here."
"If I see you drop another stone,"
"Itachi... you'll add a thousand."
"Why Nissan? It's my fault, why should Itachi be punished instead?"
Shisui asked bewildered, his hand action distorted again due to distraction, a flick, dropping two stones.
"Because you are brothers, also comrades... Two thousand...."
Brothers... Comrades... The sound of "tap... tap...." footsteps echoed.....
Listening to the youth's words, observing the youth's actions, Hatake Sakumo stepped to Roy's side and stopped, watched Shisui utter an oh, dejectedly adjusted his stance, continued swinging the sword, this time no longer dared to lose focus, leisurely said: "I used to only think your swordsmanship was impressive, a promising bladesman, did not expect,"
"Your awareness is that profound."
"The Will of Fire is eternal, all taught by the school." Roy opened his right hand, pinching a falling leaf, placed it under the sunlight, examined its distinct veins, exuberant green leaves, three parts resembling Fugaku, seven parts likening Mikoto's handsome face, strangely... exuding a serene and peaceful aura, leaving Hatake Sakumo momentarily stunned, shortly after, he chuckled....
"Schools don't teach people to bomb schools."
"Trust me, every student has dreamed of bombing the school, Uncle White Fang, have you never thought about it?"
"Me?" Hatake Sakumo was taken aback,
He genuinely pinched his chin and pondered for a while, said: "I've never bombed a school, however..."
The man blinked mischievously at Roy: "I did beat someone up in a toilet once."
Uh... Roy glanced sideways, surprisingly, you,, back then you were a bully too?
The impression crumbled... noticing the suspicious look on the youth's eyes... Hatake Sakumo imitated his manner, glared: "Why, he stole my sword, am I not allowed to hit him?"
"That indeed deserves a hit." So that's how it was, Roy said earnestly: "The sword is a swordsman's life."
"Yes, the sword is a swordsman's life." Hatake Sakumo watched the youth release the green leaf, allowing it to spin away with the wind, a moment of melancholy flashed in his eyes, slowly said: "Pity... now I want to hit him, but can't."
"Dead?"
"Dead."
Hatake Sakumo gazed pitifully upward at the sky, with clouds floating like the silhouette of a departed acquaintance: "Believe it or not, he died protecting me."
"I believe," Roy raised his head alongside him to watch the sky, at this sunny midday, practicing with two younger siblings by his side, said in a low voice: "Father once told me, beating is affection, scolding is love, if he died protecting Uncle White Fang, he surely acknowledged you as a comrade in his heart."
Hatake Sakumo was slightly startled,
Indeed as Roy said, back then he died with a smile.
Hatake Sakumo still remembers how he looked, chubby, with a beard, often chewing on a piece of foxtail grass in his mouth, now and then teasing him... Wahey.
"Fugaku?"
"Not like words he would say,"
Hatake Sakumo returned to his senses, looked into the young man's eyes, with appreciation said: "Honestly, I am growing fond of you more."
Roy chuckled, revealing a gleaming smile, brightly said: "Many say so, Uncle White Fang, you're not the first."
"Haha... really?" Hatake Sakumo chuckled dumbly, maintaining his gaze at the youth before him, "I believe it."
Then his gaze shifted downwards, fixating on the sword in the young man's right hand, Shallow Strike straight as his White Fang, without a hint of curvature, like the man... not one to lie, after a while said: "Roy, may I have a look at your sword?"
"Eclipse?"
Shallow Strike trembled, emitting a sharp sword hum, as if responding to Roy's call.
Bankai must know the true name!
Hatake Sakumo upon hearing this sword hum, murmured repeatedly: "Eclipse,"
Then looked up, laughing: "Seems, it isn't very willing."
The man bowed slightly in front of Shallow Strike: "Sorry, that was impertinent of me."
Roy lowered his eyelids, with affection traced a finger along Shallow Strike's blade, from hilt, scabbard, edge, to the tip, caressed it in apology: "Uncle White Fang, my apologies,"
"The kid's been with me since I was young, only acknowledges me, hence... unfamiliar."
Since young? Hatake Sakumo's gaze shifted slightly, he originally thought this sword was a gift from Fugaku to his son, but evidently... it was far more than that.
"Hum——"
Another sword hum,
Compared to the previous sharpness, this time... Eclipse enjoyed Roy's caress, extraordinarily pleased, even... its sword tip involuntarily lifted slightly...
Roy, feeling its mood, gently patted the blade, indicating it to calm down, at this moment, looked back at Hatake Sakumo, solemnly said: "Uncle White Fang, aren't you just here to chat with me?"
"Certainly, chatting is... talking swords!"
Konoha's White Fang with a clang drew the short sword from his back, earnestly facing the young man said: "Ember, can't see the sword, swordsmanship... seeks your guidance."